Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hasil Adkins to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.